How do you feel?

How shall I answer such a simple yet most difficult question? Ah, I now have our answers’ both.

Shall I raise the fortress gate only to be received by well wishers, though well-intentioned in their    
visitation with full sight do stand in blindness.

Shall I lay bare my tenderest wounds that the days’ light should sting them ever more raw that

their guarded bindings of concealment should fail, leaving me to an utter helplessness.

No my friend for this burden may forever find no end, and that is more than I can bear.

Well concealed forever safe, the careful binds remain; leaving but one tragic day preserved by this refrain.
 

“I feel fine.”